I’m in the middle of a muddle
In the middle of a muddle I am
I wanna have fun, I wanna have fun
But the work is piling high
I’m in the middle of a riddle
In the middle of a riddle, oh my
I’ll never get done, I’ll never get done
Because I’m only I
It seems my work just never stops
The rooms turn into rooms
Oh, how I wish my feet were mops
And my hands were brooms
I’m in a topsy of a turvy
In a topsy of a turvy, it’s true
I wish I were twins, I wish I were twins
I’m in the muddle in the middle of a muddle
And I can’t muddle through
Cinderella, Cinderella, etc.
It seems my work just never stops
The rooms turn into rooms
Oh, how I wish my feet were mops
And my hands were brooms
I’m in a topsy of a turvy
In a topsy of a turvy, it’s true
I wish I were twins, I wish I were twins
I’m in the muddle in the middle of a muddle
And I can’t muddle through